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A Bride For The Mafia King Cocked Gun
PortiaI hear the lock turn a moment after he's gone.My heart is racing and I'm shivering. He was so angry. But I never lied to him. There just wasn't any way I could tell him.Whore.The word rings like an accusation. It's not the first time I've been called one but this time, hearing it from him, it hurts.He accused me of fucking Fernando Mancini. If I had, it wouldn't have been consensual. Doesn't he know that? I'm not a whore.And I don't know why I'm sitting here crying. I should be pissed. Offended.Or relieved. He won't touch me again. It's what I wanted, isn't it?We're enemies now, truly. It's what I told him I wanted.I shiver with cold as the rain outside beats down on the house. I pull the blanket up around my shoulders and the wedding band drops to the tiled floor. It bounces once before coming to rest.I feel sad. So fucking sad. I feel like I did at the house after he told me about his enemies and asked me to be his friend.Maybe he's right. Maybe I am just like my br
A Bride For The Mafia King Mermaid Tail
PortiaIt's so quiet, it's almost eerie. I look up at the ceiling, watching steam rise from my bath. I hear a drop of water fall into the tub. That's it. That's the only sound. And it feels somehow wrong.The bedroom door opens. I turn my head, but from this angle I can't see who it is. It's quiet again. Like whoever opened the door just walked away."Callahan?" I ask quietly, sitting up, drawing my knees toward my chest.He doesn't answer. No one does, but if I listen closely, I hear footsteps in the living room, then whispers. Men's whispers. Soldiers?No.Not soldiers.Ice coats my spine when I hear his voice. He shouldn't be here. Callahan wouldn't allow him to be here.Would he? He wouldn't do that to me, would he?I look around for a robe, a towel. Something to cover myself, but his footsteps become more pronounced.He's not trying to be quiet. The opposite.He's in the bedroom so I remain in the tub, my arms hugging my knees to my chest.And then he's leaning against the doorwa
A Bride For The Mafia King She's Gone
CallahanIt's a dream. I know it. There's a texture to it. An echo in the sound. I know it and it still doesn't make a difference.This fucking nightmare, this chapter of my life, will always own me.Except that this time, something's different. But I can't figure out what it is.The marble is cold beneath me as I watch the blood circle widen.Deep red on pristine white.They're already here. My brothers. My father. I can hear them, but I can't open my eyes to see.I hear her too. My mother.I drag my eyelids open. The first thing I see is my own reflection in the mirror of blood. My face white as the marble should be. I should have died. Why didn't I die?They're on their knees. Michael's already dead. His eyes are open but he's already dead.That echo comes again and then I hear it. I hear him tear her dress.See her pushed to her knees in my periphery. See her hands slip in Michael's blood.She's wearing a red dress tonight. She wasn't wearing red that night. But maybe that's blood
A Bride For The Mafia King Cry For Help
PortiaWe drive for hours. Or at least it feels like hours. All I hear in the trunk of this old, beat up sedan is rain. All I feel is every bump, every tiny stone, every pothole on the road.My wrists are bound behind my back. My shoulders and arms ache and the zip ties they bound me with cut into the skin of my wrists. I've managed to turn myself, so my feet touch one of the rear lights. I'm not sure what I hope to accomplish though. Kicking out the light? And then what?After a sharp, bumpy turn and a long road of what must be gravel, the car slows to a stop. My heartbeat picks up. I hadn't realized it had calmed at all during the drive. I hear men outside, smell cigarette smoke.They're speaking Spanish.That's the one thing of importance to note. Cartel soldiers? Makes sense. Most important question is what am I to them? Their enemy's wife or the cartel's princess?I'm going to guess the former since I'm riding naked in the trunk.Someone pops the trunk and although dawn has hardl
A Bride For The Mafia King Lose Consciousness
PortiaThe woman drops to the ground and the others behind her are made to step over her body. She's still alive, curled around herself, clutching her stomach. Blood expands in a circle around her, as the man who pulled the trigger, nudges her with his foot and then laughs.She'll bleed to death. And it will be excruciatingly painful.Fear clogs around my throat as every will to fight them slowly does away.Where are you, Callahan?I hear my name my name just then.I turn to find my uncle and Fernando walking toward me. My uncle is talking, still casually smoking. I remember he used to smoke but had told my brothers he'd given it up.Fernando puts his sunglasses on as the sunlight breaks the horizon. He looks so different from last time. Fresher, a bit fatter. I stiffen when they approach, and I'm dragged forward to meet them."She's a little bit of a handful. You may remember," my uncle starts, but I'm too shocked to speak, too terrified to fight. Will I be loaded onto that boat too?
A Bride For The Mafia King Angel Of Death
CallahanSix men lie on the ground at the front of the house, all but two shot execution style. The two are riddled with bullets. They were taken by surprise. The others were rounded up.They saw death coming.“The front door was open when we got here,” Dante says.I should have left him with her. Why didn't I leave him? Why?"Any of their soldiers among the dead?" my uncle asks.Dante shakes his head. We were ambushed. Betrayed again. No one knew this house even existed. Even if they did, no on knew she was here. No one but the men who were here with her. Who are all dead.All except for one."Where's Alec?" I ask. He's the lone survivor. He called it in a few hours ago."Kitchen."I look beyond the house to the mountains. Turn around to the ocean. They drove right up. Killed the men at the checkpoints and continued straight to the house.Betrayed.Again.I turn to my uncle who has remarkably not puked at the sight of the bloodbath, both outside and inside the house. Maybe I don't k
A Bride For The Mafia King Salient Confrontation
Callahan“Are you going home or coming with me?" I ask my uncle.“I'm coming with you.”I nod and the two of us, along with a handful of soldiers, head toward the chopper.My uncle stops me a few feet away. "You should have told me this is where you wanted to spend your wedding night," my uncle says. He has to raise his voice to be heard over the whirring of the blades."You'd try to talk me out of it.""And for good reason. Why didn't you tell me? Even about the church?"I consider my response. How much I want to give away. “You met with him," I say, finished with games. I've been finished with them since I woke up from the coma.Time has become more valuable.And I'm fucking tired.Both eyebrows climb up his forehead. “Met with who?""Fernando.""What?"“Three years ago. On the balcony at the opera. I didn't even know you liked opera, Uncle." I study his face as I say it, laying out my cards, watching for any tells.“What the fuck are you talking about?”"I have a photo. Several. Yo
A Bride For The Mafia King Cruel King
PortiaMurmurs and quiet whimpers are the, sounds I hear. The smell is dank, like sweat and something else, something rotten. When I'm jostled violently, those whimpers swell to a joint scream followed a few moments later by the sounds of someone retching.I blink. Turn my head. My neck is sore, my shoulders, back and arms aching. I groan, try to bring my hand to my face but my wrists are bound behind my back. As my eyes open and the room comes into focus, I remember why.I remember Fernando. Remember my uncle.And Fernando killing my uncle.I move backward through time and memory, remembering farther back to the room at that house. My bath. Cutting my foot on the shards of glass from the bottle Callahan destroyed.Our wedding night gone up in smoke.Callahan accusing me of being a whore on our wedding night. Something inside me twists but I don't linger because there's another one of those swells and panic grips me. I struggle to sit up just as we crash down and water sprays the wind
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